Held up in the midst of a lazy dayI can wander for milesAnd I can do it sitting in placeEverything that has occurredEvery little incidentIt has become soaked in everything elseThe dripping wet walls of grand hallsThey weren’t really built for kings and queensThey were built for overzealous souls confusing wants and needs

Wars waged pushing lives out of their rightful placeReligion, greed, revenge, and genocideHate can spread faster than a wildfireAnd just the heat of the flames can destroy a lifeAs minds crumble and loose their willThe influence of others can save a soulThe influence of others can swallow one whole

Lives that have vanished without a traceThis may imply that everything they ever said, did, and dreamedThat it was all just a wasteBut something must be left behindEven a fragment of a thoughtI swear it finds a way to leave even the most closed off mind

Minds can conjure up dreams through schematics and carefully crafted syntaxAs the world is changed through a game played over the drawing boardScience brought so artfully to lifeI’ve seen people lost in their phonesHell, I’ve sat at my computer connected to the worldFeeling so disconnected I forget to check inLoneliness can be a disease and the remedy has been lost in the wiresDiluted over generations

Decades pass and I loose track of who I used to beI’ve experienced so muchBut sometimes I feel like none of it happened Memories can drift into the distanceAnd I look at them with doubtResisting the urge to let the scene envelope my sensesIt’s everything and then some moreI have been around and my sense of wonderIt’s...